Friday, November 30, 2007
*Sasha: I live in Northern Alberta, Canada. It gets cold up here. I need to stay warm somehow. And this helps. *wink*
Okay, seriously, I have no idea. I'm fascinated by sex and sexuality and how it effects people, and relationships, so I think that helps. But I'm not sure if I'd call it inspiring exactly.
**Ali: When was the moment you knew you had to be a writer?
*Sasha: I've never had that moment. In fact, I've still not had it. I write because I enjoy it, but I do a lot of other things because I enjoy them too. I almost hate to admit it...but I’m not one of those writers who says “I’ve always wanted to be a writer.” Or, “I wrote my first story in grade school, and knew I would write for the rest of my life.”
In fact, I never conisidered writing for a career until I was in my mid twenties. I love to travel, and I thought if I could find a way to get paid to travel, it would be the perfect job. So I took a magazine writing course (One of those night school continueing education ones) and then started on an article about my trip to Nepal.
Of course, then work got busy and the article sat unfinished for six years. Then, six years ago, when I decided I didn’t want to be a bartender forever, and I didn’t want to own my own pub, my mind went back to writing. With a little guidance from a mentor, I started writing erotica…and haven’t stopped since
**Ali: Any genre you haven't tried that you'd like to?
*Sasha: I think I've played in all the genres I want to. The only one I really haven't tried is historical, and I've no urge to go there.
I had two short stories in Sci-fi. Only one if which is still available (ABDUCTION) , and I really enjoyed writing them. I do think I'll get into that genre again sometime, I'm just not sure when.
SEXY DEVIL is my first paranormal in print (although I do have a short story in ebook form still) and I'm enjoying it. There will be two more paranormals for Aphrodisia for sure, (sequels to SEXY DEVIL) but after that I'm not sure if I'll do more.
**Ali: So, Sasha, care to let us in on what's coming up for you... any inside information on Wicked? Or any information on what you plan to work on soon? ;)
*Sasha: Release wise I have SEXY DEVIL out now, and like I said, it's the first in a trilogy, so I'm enjoying that. I'm just starting on the sequel right now.(no title yet...I suck at picking titles)
I also have an erotica short story collection coming out on December 7, from Samhain Publishing. Secret Thoughts: LUSTFUL.
Secret Thoughts came about because of my old free online eZine. by the same title. I started to see some great short short fiction coming my way, and no one was publishing it in electronic format. So I suggested the collection to Crissy, at Samhain, and she was excited about it. the first collection EROTIQUE was released last year and has had a great reception, so I'm hoping this one will do well too. There are 5 authors, and ten short short stories that will be quick and hot.
Now WICKED.... yes, I know many readers are waiting for WICKED, and I'm super anxious about it's January 2nd release. Karl Dawson, who is the hero, was a very small but important character in BOUND, and he showed up again in TROUBLE, and I just had to delve deeper into this guy. I had a great time with the story. Lara is truly his match.
Hmm Inside information on it? I don't really have anything specific that you won't learn about in the book... or that you won't learn by reading the first review on it...*grin*
This is what Romantic TImes Magazine says abotu WICKED...
"White turns up the heat with electrifying erotic scenes and a delicious alpha hero. It's a realistic portrayal of two commitment-phobic people who turn sex games into romance. Fans will recognize some secondary characters from previous books, and new characters add just enough conflict to make things interesting. The plot moves at a good pace, and the sex is edgy, including threesomes and a M/M couple."
So, what do you think? is that a good tease??? *grin*
**Ali: When you get a chance to read for yourself what can we catch you reading? What on your tbr pile?
*Sasha: I've been working on my TBR pile and it's pretty much gone. On my TBB list I have:
The next LEE CHILD book (Can't remember the title)
Snow Blind by Lori Armstrong
Charmed and Dangerous by Candace Havens
Iron Kissed by Patricia Briggs
Mona Lisa Craving by Sunny
Plum Lucky by Janet Evanovich
and that's all I can think of right now. LOL
Basically I read Mysteries, Urban Fantasies, and the occasional erotic story. LOL
I get my fill of romance with my Cp's Beth Williams on and JJ Massa. I love their stories.
Thanks so much for inviting me here Ali.
SEXY DEVIL has gotten a lot of attention, and I'm loving it. :)
If others have questions, I'll drop by and try to answer them.
Read Something WHITE Hot.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
From THE DEVIL INSIDE:
She’d surprised him.
Not many people could do that.
Caleb wasn’t sure what he expected when they left the coffee shop. But this wasn’t it. When he watched her swing a slender leg over the seat of a sexy little crotch-rocket of a motorcycle, leaving her thighs almost completely bare, it had never entered his mind that they would end up in a gay bar.
Not that he minded. He didn’t judge people by their sexual preference. It just wasn’t somewhere he would’ve thought to take a woman he hoped to get intimate with.
A quick glance around the dark room made him reconsider. It was early and bar wasn’t full, but it was busy enough. Yet no one bothered them, or even gave them a second look.
There were same sex couples, male and female, lounging on various sofas surrounding the room’s perimeter, a small group of young men stationed in front of the bar, and a male couple on the dance floor swaying back and forth in each other’s arms.
When he really thought about it, it was the perfect place to get to know someone. Everyone there was intent on doing his or her own thing. No one would bother them.
With his back to the wall, he had a clear view of the room, and of Tina’s antics. They’d been playing pool for almost two hours, and despite the fact that he’d been in a constant state of semi-arousal through it all, he’d learned some pretty interesting things about her.
In fact, she fascinated him.
“You mean to tell me that you work at the coffee shop, making sandwiches and lattes for people every day, when you could easily support yourself with your illustrations?” It didn’t make sense to him. He could tell by the tone of her voice when she talked about her art that she loved painting, so why would she want to work in a café when she could make a living doing what she loved?
Her lush breast brushed against his arm as she reached past him for the cube of chalk on the edge of the table, heating his blood up another degree. He wondered if she was deliberately trying to drive him insane with lust, but the innocent look on her face as she chalked her stick made it hard to tell.
“My artwork pays nicely, but if I devoted myself to it entirely, I could easily become a hermit. Working in the cafe lets me deal with real people without getting too close to them.”
“You don’t like getting close to people?” He watched as she strolled to the end of the table and lined up her shot.
She bent over at the waist and he got an eyeful of plump womanly flesh cupped lovingly in fire engine red satin. “I love getting close to the right people,” she said in a husky voice.
Swallowing hard, he dragged his gaze from her cleavage to her delicate face. The devilish glint in her dark eyes left no doubt in his mind that he could be one of the lucky ones. One of the people she might get real close to.
Unsure of how to handle such blatant flirting, he focused his attention on the pool table, and mentioned his love for his own work. Flirting was one of those things he just never got get the hang of. It was too much of an iffy thing, a grey area that was always open to interpretation. He preferred to deal in things that were solid … black and white only.
Tina’s lips twitched up on one side but she didn’t say anything, she just let the conversation move on, and continued to kick his ass at pool.
It wasn’t surprising she was winning. Watching her bend and stretch over the green felt that somehow reminded him of his bed was much more distracting than playing with one of the guys. Yet he felt like he was getting to know her better than he ever could while sitting across from her at a dinner table.
“So you enjoy working with your hands then?” she asked in reference to his comment about preferring to work with his crew instead of just supervising. The comment itself wasn’t sexual. But to his fogged brain, everything she said and did had sexual connotations. He was having a hard time being the gentleman he prided himself on being.
Thoughts of getting to know her better in any but the physical sense disappeared as she stretched a bit further to line up another shot and her skirt rose another inch. Half an inch more and he’d know what color her panties were. Or if she even had any on. Which he didn’t think she did.
In his mind’s-eye, he undid the zipper of his jeans and stepped up behind her. Lifting her skirt that final bit, he’d thrust into her from behind. She would grip the edge of the pool table and push back against him. No one would even notice if they were quiet.
Ungluing his gaze from her legs, and the temptation they represented, he shifted his stance. He glanced around the bar in an effort to distract his mind and keep his zipper from splitting.
What’s going on? He’d never had a problem with control before. Somehow, Tina’s body called out to the caveman in him, and his baser urges were fast erasing his common sense. Along with his ability to hold a decent conversation. What had they been talking about?
He watched the cue stick slid through her purple tipped fingers and bit back a groan. Hands, she’d asked if he liked to work with his hands.
“Yeah,” he tried desperately to get his mind back on topic. “There are few things as satisfying as looking at a completed project, and knowing you built it with your own two hands.”
He’d never fantasized about sex in public before. Hell, he’d never even had sex anywhere other than a bed. He and his brother had been raised to treat women like ladies. He wined and dined them if he wanted to get to know them. And unlike his brother Gabriel, he always got to know them before going to bed with them.
A lightning bolt of realization hit him between the eyes and he groaned softly. His head fell back, thunking against the wall, and his eyes slid closed in misery.
Shit! He was a boring lover.
Her small hand burned through his shirt, leaving an imprint right over his pounding heart. He straightened up, praying that she couldn’t read his mind, and looked down at the sex kitten standing in front of him. A party girl his wild younger brother had set him up with. Did he really think he could please her?
She cocked her head to the side and studied him for a minute. A flame flickered to life in the depths of her dark eyes. Her full lips slowly tilted into a naughty smile. Without another word, she stepped closer, brushing her body against his, her breath dancing across his chin.
Regret fought with desire as her hand slid around his neck and she pulled his head closer to hers. She didn’t know what sort of a letdown she was setting herself up for. Her tongue darted out, and he watched it teasingly wet her lips before they pressed softly against his.
All thoughts ceased. She leaned her body against him fully and nudged his lips apart with the tip of her tongue. Determined to shake his insecurities, he dove into the kiss. Thrusting his hands into her silky hair, he gave into his lust.
He needed this. Needed to feel the hot eagerness of a woman against him, sighing in pleasure and wanting only him. Tongues tangled and heat burned through veins.
A deep groan formed in his chest and he tore his mouth away from her as she boldly rubbed against him. Burying his face in the curve of her neck, he nipped at the soft skin there. He tasted her flavor and let his hands roam greedily over her curves.
He spread his thighs, pulled her tight against him and felt her press against the ache of his confined cock. Unfortunately, the eager gyrating of her hips only encouraged him to lose control.
The abundance of her rounded ass filled his hands while he held her still and thrust against her soft warmth. Her sharp teeth nipped his earlobe just before he trailed his lips across her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. He couldn’t get enough.
Closer, he needed to get closer. Her clothing was in the way. He inhaled deeply of her sweet scent before nudging aside the hem of her shirt in search of bare flesh.
A distinct pain bit into his skull and his head was pulled back sharply.
“Down boy, we don’t want to get arrested now, do we?”
Tina’s husky voice brought him back to reality with a shudder. She was breathing as heavily as he was, and her fingers stroked soothingly through the hair at the nape of his neck. The hair she’d pulled to get him to back off.
A groan escaped from him and he closed his eyes against the truth of it. If she hadn’t stopped him he didn’t think he would’ve stopped. How was he ever going to make her pant and beg and call out his name, if he couldn’t even control himself in public?
From DEVIL’s JEWEL
As a woman whose only master was her gypsy wanderlust, and her love for her sister, Jewel had been around. She knew the one thing ninety percent of the people in the world had in common - they loved to talk. If you knew the right questions to ask, information was ripe for the picking.
Hooper Radisson, the owner of the big white house set on the side of the mountain just out side the city, was someone the residents loved to speculate about. He’d moved to Pearson less than year ago, and set up shop as a financial consultant. Only he never actually opened up an office, and he had no local clients.
He was seen about town often, spending money and entertaining visiting clients, but that was it. And lucky for Jewel, it drove the locals crazy with curiosity. One mention of Hooper’s name at the pub and she knew where he lived, what kind of car he drove and, among other things, that he was a vegetarian.
Forty – eight hours after Nadya was taken, Jewel was smirking at the simple security system surrounding the big white house on the hill. Getting past the guard at the front gate had been as simple as climbing over the seven-foot cement wall surrounding the grounds.
Almost too easy, really. She knew that Hooper was no ordinary man, not if he could grab Nadya so easily.
She slowly made her way through the trees and up to the house, surprised at the lack of guards patrolling the grounds. She inched her way along the side of the house, and to the back, checking out each window as she went. A kid could crack the system wiring all the windows and doors, and her instincts were screaming caution.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out one of the small pouches Kaz had given her before the clan had left town. “Let’s see what we’ve got here,” she muttered to herself and spilled some of the fine powder into the palm of her hand. With a soft blow, the powder flew off her hand and into to air … where it hit a shimmering wall of energy and sparkled florescent orange for a split second. “Ohhh, nasty.”
The lovely orange color showed that the house was indeed protected by a spell. It didn’t matter that the technical security sucked, the magical security was top notch. Before Jewel could reach for her crystals, a muffled cry of pain came from nearby and the house and surrounding grounds were flooded with light.
“Shit!” She didn’t hesitate a second. Adrenaline kicked into overdrive and she spun around on her heel and took off for the dense trees nearby. A mad dash through them wasn’t the quietest way to get to the wall that separated the grounds from the winding public road where she’d parked her truck, but it was the fastest, and it offered protection from the floodlights.
Five feet from the cement security wall a shadowy form jumped from behind a tree and tackled her. Heart in her throat, she reacted instinctively, her hands going for her attacker’s throat, her knees bending and feet kicking as she tried to nail him in the balls.
The body turtled over her, heavy legs tangling with hers, pinning them, full weight on her torso as one hand covered her mouth and the other grabbed two of her fingers and yanked them back until pain made her let go of his throat. “Shut up for Christ sakes! They’re almost here.”
His whispered words registered in her mind at the same time a beam of light played over the compound wall just above them. They both froze, and Jewel finally realized that this guy wasn’t hauling her to her feet or dragging her back toward the big white house.
She closed her eyes, concentrated on calming her heart rate, then listened closely to the sounds around them. The musky scent of raw man reached her nose and butterflies unfurled in her stomach. Sensual awareness threatened to overcome her fear as they lay there.
Neither spoke, she didn’t even think they breathed, but in the distance she could hear voices raised as guards searched the grounds. A single bark split the night air and they both tensed. Jewels eyes popped open and she stared at the shadowed face above hers. Eyes black as night met hers and his hand left her lips.
“A dog!” she whispered furiously.
“Over the wall,” he replied. “Now.”
He sprang to his feet and she was right behind him.
As if they’d done it a million times before he bent his knees and Jewel stepped smoothly into his cupped hands and he boosted her to the top of the wall with ease. The stranger was over six feet tall, and with a small jump he was halfway up the wall. Jewel gripped the foot wide cement between her thighs and grabbed the back of his belt as he scrabbled up the wall with ease. As she swung her leg over and sat atop the wall, the dog came through the thicket of trees, barking madly and pulling a small man behind. A chunk of cement flew into the air as a gunshot bounced off the wall a foot to the left of Jewel and she jumped to the other side.
She hit the ground running and was at her truck in seconds, the helpful stranger right behind her. Shoving the key in the ignition and pulling her door closed at the same time she was surprised when the passenger door opened. She heard him say he was leaving with the girl and watched with wide eyes as he joined her.
What the hell?
“You can’t-“ a shot hit the windshield and she clamped her mouth shut on the instinctive cry of surprise.
“Go damn it!” he shouted.
And she did.
Without another thought she slammed the truck into gear and floored it, speeding off down the twisted mountain road.
Neither of them spoke as Jewel drove into town. She concentrated on the road ahead of them and he watched the road behind them. They must not have been followed though because he never urged her to speed up or take off on one of the side roads.
Jewel’s thoughts whipped through her head at a mile a minute while she tried to figure things out. Every now and then she’d glance sideways at her passenger only to catch him staring straight at her.
Their gazes collided more than once, yet still, neither of them spoke.
By the time they hit the Pearson city limits it was clear no men with guns had followed them, and reaction had started to set in. Jewel wasn’t an innocent to the ways of the world, she’d dealt with a lot of scary things. Shit, she was a gypsy who made the bulk of her money hustling dart games in pubs around the country - she’d been in a tough spot or two before.
She’d seen things, natural and supernatural things that were both good and evil, but she’d never been shot at before.
Her heartbeat started to slow and the trembling inside her had settled down enough so she could breathe normally. She loosened her death grip on the steering wheel, and when her knuckles were no longer glaringly white, she glanced at her passenger. Her gut tightened. What now?
As if he could read her mind, he gestured to a parking stall in front of the coffee shop across from the lake. “Pull in here,” he directed. “We need to talk.”
The only reason Jewel did what he told her to was because it was true. They did need to talk. She put the truck in park, but left it running, and turned to get her first real good look at her passenger.
The light from the streetlamp illuminated the inside of the trucks cab enough for her to see that he was extremely good looking. Short dark hair, olive skin stretched over high cheekbones, and almost bottomless eyes had her pulse picking up for a very different reason than fear. His firm jaw line was shadowed with a layer of stubble that only enhanced the shape of his very seductive mouth.
A quiver of excitement rippled through her. A man with a mouth like that had to know how to use it.
Jewel squashed the sensual awareness growing inside her and gave him a hard look. “Who the hell are you?”
The mouth in question twisted. “You can call me Devil.”
She grabbed for the dagger tucked into the side of her right boot, but before the blade cleared leather his hand gripped her wrist, hard. “I said you can call me Devil, not that I was the devil. I’m one of the good guys in this battle.”
She met his gaze head on, no fear. “I’m supposed to believe you just because you say so?”
“If I was one of them I’d have let you run right into the spotlight instead of tackling you, and I certainly wouldn’t have helped you over the fence.” He spoke matter-of-factly, his expression blank. “Now why don’t you tell me your name?”
When people lied they tended to overplay their hand. If anything convinced her to believe him – and she wasn’t sure she did – but if anything was going to convince her, it was his lack of emotion.
“Okay, say I believe you. What were you doing there?” She let go of the onyx-handled dagger, but kept her hand by the side of her leg. His hold on her wrist loosened in response, but he didn’t release her completely.
His head dipped in acknowledgment. “Okay, Jewel, it doesn’t matter what I was doing there. What matters is it’s a dangerous place, and you are not to go back there.”
Fuck that, she thought to herself.
Tension thickened the air between them. Who did he think he was? He didn’t even ask what she had been doing there, just issued orders like he was the king or something. “You think you can stop me?”
The one word was said with such complete arrogance that Jewel reacted instinctively.
Slapping her right hand on top of the one that held her left wrist, she pinned it there at the same time twisting her left hand up and over his. She put her weight behind it, shifting toward him and pressing down on the wristlock. He countered by moving back and pulling her on top of him, his other hand going on top of hers and yanking two fingers back – the same two fingers he’d used to get her to release her choke hold earlier. Pain ripped up her forearm and she let go, landing in his lap with their hands trapped between their bodies and their faces only millimeters apart.
She sucked in air and tried not to notice the hardness of the body beneath her … until he kissed her.
Read Something WHITE Hot.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Oh. My. Gosh... this book is sizzling and one that must definitely be added to your bookshelf... and, this week, I'll be helping a couple winners out with that *g*
First of all... to anyone who leaves a comment this week, you'll be entered into the drawing for a copy of Sasha's previous release, Bound... you'll definitely want to read this and Trouble where you'll get to meet the hero, Karl Dawson, from Sasha's next release in January, Wicked.
This week I have another fabulous Scavenger Hunt ;) and I'll pick two winners to win a copy of Sexy Devil... umm, don't be surprised if you see this cover posted here everyday this week, lol... is it hot, or what? :)
1. From an excerpt... Gage has nothing against smelling good, but he doesn't want to smell like what?
2. Sasha White has an anthology with fellow Allure Authors... what's the title of the anthology and Sasha's story in it?
3. What wakes Bethany Mack up in the mornings?
4. How many books does Sasha have published?
5. What makes Sasha feel sexy?
6. Did you check out all of Sasha's book on her Bookshelf? Which book caught your eye?
Winners will be announced Sunday afternoon :)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Read Something White Hot.Romance with Heat, Erotica with Heart.
Sassy women and sexy men are what Canadian author Sasha White’s stories are all about. Gifted with a salacious imagination, Sasha has over a dozen erotic stories published in print or electronically, with publishers such as Kensington Aphrodisia, Berkley Heat, Black Lace Erotica, Samhain Publishing, and Amber Quill Press.
She enjoys working in several genres’ such as contemporary, paranormal, suspense and science fiction. Sasha also has several new erotica stories to be released in 2007 and 2008 with Kensington APHRODISIA and Berkley HEAT (Take a look at the FAQ to see the release schedule).
Sasha's latest release, Sexy Devil, came out today *YAY*, from Aphrodisia... Hmm, if I wasn't in love with Sasha's writing already, I think I'd buy this book just for its cover, lol
No one can resist the spell of a …SEXY DEVIL
Surrender to Sasha White’s sensual world, where red-hot passions simmer—and desires are unleashed with sinfully wicked pleasure…
“The Devil Inside”
Workaholic Caleb Mann used to think blind dates were a waste of time, but when his ex-girlfriend calls him boring in bed, Caleb becomes bent on changing his image fast. And fast is what he gets when he barely knows his date’s name, but he can’t stop fantasizing about replacing the sleek motorcycle between her firm thighs and letting her ride him all night long…
Ex-soldier and psychic hunter Angelo Devlin has seen evil first-hand. He knows how perilous his assignments can be, and he doesn’t welcome outside help, which makes his run-in with Jewel Kattalis all the more infuriating. But instead of sending her away, he wants to grab her, take her, and tease every inch of her beautiful body. This woman may be more dangerous than any mission he’s ever been on before…
Be sure to come back for more... including this week's giveaway, excerpt, and an interview with Sasha, too :)
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Winner of an ebook copy of Make Me is:
Please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org!!
Friday, November 23, 2007
Wow, Sierra, you've been a very busy author since your first release of Devarian Exile... you currently have about 18 releases since first being published last year... how do you do it? Does it ever amaze you how much you've accomplished in such a short time... and how many awards and recognition you've received?
*Sierra: Nineteen, now! Dravidian just released yesterday at Changeling. :-) Honestly? It doesn’t amaze me -- at least not the release part. About a year ago, my husband and I decided that with some serious scrimping we could afford for me to leave my job (which wasn’t exactly the best-paying job on earth, anyway) and write full-time. So actually a lot of the time I feel like I should be accomplishing more, lol!
The awards part, though, that does amaze me. And the readers -- it is the greatest thrill in the world to get a note from a reader, letting me know how much she liked a book!
**Ali: What's your favorite genre to write in? Any genre that you haven't tried that you someday think you might?
*Sierra: Oh gosh, my favorite? That’s a hard one. I think it’s partly because I’m so omnivorous as a reader, but I love to tackle a lot of different genres. Some of my favorite books are the Shifter Sisters series, which are paranormal comedy. And most of what I write has some element of the paranormal to it. Unless it has dragons! :p
What I’m really looking forward to in 2008 isn’t so much a different genre as a different length. I’ve got a few short novels planned out, and hopefully a few full-lengths as well. That’s going to be a fun and different kind of challenge!
**Ali: So... can you let us in on any upcoming works? ;) ... I'm hoping you'll be inspired that write that sequel I keep begging you for, soon, lol.
*Sierra: Well, speaking of different genres, I’ve got my first contemporary menage story, The Mighty Flynn, coming soon from Siren Publishing -- it’s definitely also got some elements of humor to it -- and His For the Taking, my first erotic Regency, from Ellora’s Cave on January 4th. Next month we have Dancer, which is a fun little Christmas treat for y’all, coming out from Changeling, as well as the fifth in my Dragon’s Heir series, the Dragon Prince.
As for that sequel… I keep hoping, too! Wolf Bound is definitely one of my favorite books so far. But some stories happen when they’re ready to happen, and not before. So we’ll see!
**Ali: What would a perfect day for you include?
*Sierra: You know, there’s so many different kinds of perfect days. Long, snowy winter days when I’m all curled up with a blanket and my laptop, a good hot cup of tea close to hand, and the writing is going well… those are good days. Then again, December in New York is very cool, and one of my favorite times of year to visit. With the wind whistling down between the buildings and the Christmas displays along Fifth Avenue and the grumble of the subway, and the smells from the pretzel vendors… Yeah. A day spent shopping, including of course a stop at Godiva’s, followed by a swanky evening with one of my two bestest girlfriends, getting all dolled up and going to the opera -- those are very good days, too!
But one perfect day I haven’t gotten to try yet would be a warm, sun-drenched day with a good breeze, poking around the Bahamas on my sailboat and some gorgeous thing (like the hubby) stretched out on the deck in next to nothing soaking up a tan… Of course, first I need the sailboat! But that’d be a darn near perfect day.
**Ali: When you do get a chance to read for pleasure, what might we catch you reading?
*Sierra: Whatever’s nearby? ;-) Oh man. Everything. Right now I’m on a bit of a Heather Graham kick (now there’s a genre I haven’t tried yet! Romantic suspense). And I recently discovered Joey Hill, who’s truly wonderful, and having finally discovered the delights of Sherrilyn Kenyon, I’ve been working my way slowly through her Dark-Hunters books. (Zarek is to die for!) I still go back and re-read a lot of my favorite fantasy novels -- the Lord of the Rings series, anything by Patricia McKillip or Marion Zimmer Bradley. And Jane Austen. I can pick up Jane Austen and get happily lost any time.
Ali, thanks so much for inviting me! I’ve had a wonderful week here with you!
Sexy. Sassy. Seductive. Sierra.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
She was magnificent. Utterly magnificent. Her hazel eyes sparked fire. Her chest heaved. Her body arched against his, daring him to take her.
Adrian’s balls pulsed, growing even fuller, their weight an aching counterpoint to the iron hardness of his cock. There was such fire in her, such spirit! She aroused him as no other woman ever had.
Oh, he’d never cared for the weak, vapid females so many vampires favored as prey—such languid meats held little savor for him. But Larissa Hardy made every other woman he’d ever fed from look frail and bloodless in comparison.
How many men had shrank before that regal glare, misinterpreting the challenge in her voice for rejection? Or worse, had responded from the depths of their insecurities, using her ruthlessly in an attempt to assuage their bruised egos? Had even one of them ever heard the note in her voice for what it was—the roar of a lioness demanding her due? Demanding her mate prove himself worthy of her?
He’d been right. He’d been absolutely right. She was his destined mate, his companion, his equal. And he would have her. Now. Tonight. By the time he was done, she would be his.
Adrian let his smile grow hard. Wordlessly, he seized the front of her blouse and ripped it open. Larissa’s eyes flew wide as her breasts spilled out into the soft light, firm and round and gloriously full. Staring at them, Adrian felt his breath growing ragged.
Her nipples were erect, the dusky areolas around them contracted into furrows. Those two hard, upraised points jutted out at him with the same aroused defiance that tightened her jaw.
Let her resist. That was all right. She would moan wantonly, begging to submit herself to him soon enough. Clasping the shoulders of her jacket, Adrian dragged it off her and tossed it aside, reclaiming his hold on her before she could retreat. Then he settled himself on a barstool , gripping her tightly between his thighs.
“Take your blouse off,” he growled.
With one swift yank, he ripped it from her. She gasped as the flimsy fabric tore, leaving her naked to the waist—but Adrian saw the gleam of moisture on her lips as saliva suddenly flooded her mouth.
“Now, do you want to unfasten your skirt, or shall I do it for you?”
Glaring, she reached behind her and unhooked it. He released the grip of his thighs just long enough to let it slide to the floor, leaving her standing there in nothing but a garter belt, stockings, a thong and her shoes. The thong, he noted, tied at the sides.
Oh, you wanted this, Larissa. You wanted it as much as I.
Her eyes were wide, her chest heaving—not with fear, he knew. With anticipation. His balls throbbed again, growing tighter as the pressure built up inside them. The desire to seize her, bend her over the barstool , pound himself into her until he found his release, was almost irresistible.
But it wasn’t enough simply to take her. He had to make her want it. He had to make her want him—want him enough to bind herself to him forever.
Ignoring the clamoring ache in his groin, Adrian lifted his hands to the smooth curves of her breasts. Their weight against his palms redoubled the lust pounding through him. Cupping them lightly, he asked, “Tell me, Larissa. Has a man ever made you come just by touching your breasts?”
Available now! MAKE ME -- 5 stars from JERR!
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Sexy. Sassy. Seductive. Sierra.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Ah, Thanksgiving. That uniquely American holiday on which we celebrate the generosity of the Native Americans in preserving the Pilgrims from starvation by introducing them to the indigenous bounty of their new home. We (and as a mostly northern-European mutt descended on one side from colonialists, I feel moderately qualified in saying “we”), of course, returned their kindness with the gift of smallpox, whiskey, and stealing their land. (Ahem)
Seriously, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year. What’s not to like? We get to indulge in three of our most favorite national pastimes -- football, stuffing ourselves silly (YAY for stuffing ourselves silly!), and the big kahuna of the holidays -- annoying the heck out of our relatives.
I know, I know, we all grew up with that perfect Norman Rockwell image -- Mom taking the turkey our of the oven, Dad smiling genially while whetting a twelve-inch carving knife with an assassin’s skill, the kids pink-cheeked and sitting so angelically in their chairs…
HA! I say again, HA! If this is what your Thanksgiving looks like, you’re DOING IT WRONG!!!
The proper way to do Thanksgiving actually starts with a minor skirmish in mid-August, heating up to a pitched battle over Labor Day weekend with cousins and second cousins and relatives of the most minor degree weighing in on that first, all-important annual decision: The Appointing of the Sacrificial Lamb.
Do these sound familiar? “Well, Janey can’t do it this year; her husband just had bypass surgery.” Or “You know I’d love to have everyone, but we just turned the guest room into an emergency shelter for stray animals, and they’ve all got mange.”
But the one person nobody wants as hostess is your too-perfect-to-be-believed sister-in-law. (Occasionally she’s a cousin or an aunt) You know her -- she’s the one whose poinsettias never drop their leaves and end up looking like a twig in a foil-wrapped pot, the one whose turkey is always perfectly browned and practically falling off the bone… She’s the one whose fruitcake you can actually eat. Spend an entire weekend watching her pride herself on out-Martha-ing Martha Stewart? Not on your life -- at least, not without a gallon jug of port wine and earplugs.
So eventually this year’s poor sap is selected, usually by default. And then, starting about two weeks before the big day, it’s the Phone Tag Rally, specifically designed to drive said poor sap out of her everloving mind.
“What can I bring, dear?”
“Oh,” replies Poor Sap, “how about a salad?”
“But…” (after a moment’s spluttering indignation) “…but I always bring the desserts, dear.”
“Well, Cousin Jenny offered to bring mince pie…”
“Mice pie? At Thanksgiving? That’s a Christmas dish, dear.”
“Oh,” says Poor Sap. Then, very meekly, “Well, maybe Jenny could bring the salad…”
Then, finally, it’s the Big Day. The day on which everybody piles into their cars, descends en masse on Poor Sap and family precisely two hours early, and stand around the kitchen making helpful comments like, “That’s not the way great-aunt Mabel made it…” and “Are you sure that’s not burning, dear?”
Then, at last, after too many cocktails and a vigorous rehashing of all the family arguments that weren’t dispensed with last Christmas, it’s time to gather at the table (with Poor Sap, by this time, verging on tears) where the angelic little offspring do laps around the table, honoring the Native Americans who introduced us to the soporific wonders of turkey by emitting ear-splitting war whoops until somebody whaps them on the butt, producing earsplitting wails instead…
Finally, hours later, it’s time to pile back into the cars, wend your way home, and comment the next day on the phone to your sister, “You know, I really think Poor Sap looked rather peaked this year…” And three weeks later you can shake your head knowingly when you hear about her nervous breakdown. “Poor thing. I was afraid it might all prove too much for her. So! Who’s cooking next year?”
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! And if you haven’t happened to stumble across it, check out my free story, “Stuffing”, available at http://www.sierradafoe.com!
Available now! MAKE ME -- 5 stars from JERR!
5 Hearts from TRS! La Petit Morte from RRT Erotic!
Available now! DEVARIAN RENEGADES
Sexy. Sassy. Seductive. Sierra.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
For anyone who's read a book by author Sierra Dafoe, you know how hot and sizzling her stories can be... which made it hard for me to pick which book to giveaway... so... for anyone who leaves a comment this week for Sierra, I'll enter you in a drawing for winners choice of any one of Sierra's ebook titles :) You can check them out on her website, http://www.sierradafoe.com/... you'll also need to go there if you want to enter into the next drawing....
Now, if you want to enter into the drawing for an ebook copy of Make Me... seriously, if you haven't read this, you're going to want to add this to your list *g*... I have a Scavenger Hunt.
Send all answers to email@example.com with Sierra Dafoe Scavenger Hunt on the subject line :)
1. Which of Sierra's titles did she announce was recently featured at TRS Blue?
2. What's the name of Sierra's newsletter? Have you signed up? :)
3. How many free stories does Sierra offer for your reading enjoyment?
4. Who is Sierra's featured author this month? (She's one of my new favorites, too :))
5. In 2006 which of Sierra's titles were Recommended Reads?
6. How many Coming Soon titles does Sierra have upcoming?
7. When Jenna becomes lost in a blizzard, who is she rescued by? (This has got to be one of my favorite short stores! :) You must join me in begging Sierra for a sequel ;) lol)
8. How many series has Sierra written?
9. What instrument does Luna play?
10. So... after looking at Sierra's site and books, what caught your eye? Have you added any books to your list?... like Wolf Bound? ;)
Announcement from Sierra:
Hi everybody! I'm excited to announce that MAKE ME, my Ellora's Cave debut, is up for a 5 Heart Sweetheart award at The Romance Studio, and I'd love it if you came and voted for me! It's quick and easy, and you don't have to sign up for anything. Just go here:
Monday, November 19, 2007
as my guest for the week!
Someday I've got to post pictures of where I live. Which is the White Mountains in NH -- the highest peaks east of the Rockies, and one of the most beautiful places on earth. (Biased? Nah... LOL!) I've been a Jill of all trades much of my life -- I've worked as a dishwasher, columnist, college teacher, waitress, blueberry raker, actress, sardine canner, you name it. Through it all, I've always written -- stories, poems, plays, songs, movie scripts... I finally realized, "Hey! Sie! Maybe this is what you should be doing for a living, d'oh!"
A bit of brag: in my first year of publishing erotic romance, I received three 2006 CAPA nominations, four recommended reads, and over two dozen five star reviews. Ayuh. Definitely what I should've been doing all along!
Bringing Dravidian, one of the lost Astraea clan, home to Djarera is something of a triumphal success for Lara. The dragon kingdom is at peace, the succession of the throne ensured, and the clans have at last accepted the rogue dragon Zendar as her life-mate.
But she never envisioned the complications that Dravidian's return would bring. When Zendar first accuses her of being attracted to the exotically handsome blue dragon, Lara is dumbfounded -- and even more confused as she realizes not only are his accusations true, but Dravidian hungers for her as deeply as she for him.
But the depths of Zendar’s jealousy betray another unexpected truth -- that he himself, for the first time in his life, is tormented by sexual desire for another man. When Lara finally discovers what’s really distressing her life-mate, she is determined to give Zendar, Dravidian, and herself what they all yearn for!
Sierra's last release, and first with Ellora's Cave, was Make Me
Purchase ebook here
All her life, Larissa's motto has been "Make me". But none of the men she dates seem to grasp that she means it. Successful and self-confident, Larissa wants a man strong enough to overpower her -- and doesn't believe she'll ever find him. Not, that is, until she meets Adrian Dane. But Larissa doesn't sleep with clients -- not even when the client's a gorgeous, green-eyed vampire.
Adrian knows immediately that Larissa's the soul mate he's spent centuries searching for -- and he's determined to claim her. She's strong. He's stronger. She's stubborn. He's determined. He can make her succumb to him. He can drive her to erotic heights she's only dreamed of. The only thing he can't do is force her to turn vampire and join him forever.
.... more to come... including giveaway announcements, guest post, interview, and excerpt... so, be sure to comeback :)
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Winner of ebook copy of Mirror, Mirror:
Winner of a print copy of Marie's book:
Winners, please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org :)
I'm out of town this weekend to Colorado with family :)
What's everyone else up to this weekend? Reading anything good?
Leave a comment and I'll put you in the drawing for a $5 gift card to one of my favorite online bookstores, Amazon.com :)
Also, will Larena (lrwirum) please contact me, again, at email@example.com? :)
Sunday, November 11, 2007
I hope everyone had a great weekend :) My little trip out of town to attend a booksigning took more out of me than I expected :)
Shawna's surprise prize winner:
Congratulations to all the winners :) Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I'll get those prizes out to you :)
Friday, November 09, 2007
**Ali: I'd like to give a big THANKS to Shawna for being a guest here this week ;) And, thanks to all the readers who stopped by :)
Shawna, I think I must have told you this already, but I was first hesitant to read Roughrider, because it was being sold as an Ellora's Cave Exotica... their erotica line... and I was worried there wasn't really going to be any romance. But, after writing to you, you assured me there was, and I'm soooo glad I ended up reading Roughrider. That book had me hotter than a summers day in Houston (trust me, that's saying a lot, lol)... and there was still that love and romance that I want from my books. *g* What do you think makes this book different than a book in the erotic romance genre?
Shawna: Ali, I'm having a wonderful time guest blogging here this week. You and the readers have been quite gracious. Many thanks for picking up ROUGHRIDER, and I'm pleased you enjoyed it. While I've some stories in mind that are pure erotica, in most of my stories I enjoy featuring a monogamous, loving couple who deserve a solid romance. And it's always a fun challenge coming up with conflicts for them to overcome so they achieve their happily ever after. That's part of what I enjoy most about writing for the Exotika line. They are open to authors' story visions. We can include a romance or not. I enjoy that creative freedom and letting the story and characters dictate whether or not a romance is in their fictional future.
ROUGHRIDER fits the Exotika mold because it involves the discovery of alternative lifestyles and sexual practices. The story's villain presents himself as a pious sort, very active in his local church community. I wanted to bring something to the storyline that would rock the community, his relationship with the hero and the hero's mother, and the heroine to their very core. What better than having him make most of his money from illicit business? The money he makes from this business is the same cash he channels into the church's coffers. Really paints the villain in the worst light possible. Plus I wanted to give my curious heroine a situation that challenged her brave nature.
**Ali: You have several books published over the course of some years. Do you see that your writing has changed much? Are there any books ( you don't have to name names) that you wish you could go back and rewrite?
Shawna: My writing voice has changed dramatically since I wrote my first novel toward publication back in 2001. Since then I've completed (just this past week) 50 manuscripts, many of them single-title romances or women's fiction. Some of those won't be submitted for possible publication because my writing has evolved and my voice has settled into what makes Shawna, Shawna. I will likely pull the plots and characters from certain unpublished stories and rewrite them at some point, including the historical romance that was never published but whose tale I told my mom before her passing. The storyline in that book is one near and dear my heart. Probably my favorite hero and heroine of those I've written--unless I count the loving pair in the erotic historical romance I recently finished writing. There's never a point where I couldn't rework this, or tweak that, in a book of mine that's been published. But there comes a time when I must let go and submit that particular vision and version for publication consideration.
**Ali: Can you tell us about any upcoming books? Or something in the works? *eg*
Shawna: I've an interesting women's fiction story in mind set in a past decade. A story of self-journey and discovery. In that tale I utilize my medical training and background for a pivotal plot point. I'm plotting more adventures for Helle and polishing the second installment of her exploits in Sin City. The same goes for a follow-up to ROUGHRIDER. I've another women's fiction novel I want to polish for submission and a sweeter, emotionally-gripping women's fiction novel, too. The idea folder on the dining room table is filled and I'm frequently paging through those sheets to spur my right brain and see which characters speak loudest. Then I keep them in mind for some time, getting to know them a bit better. When the time is ripe, they begin their journey and I go along for the fictional ride. I've also recently completed a couple erotica tales, both of which include a romance.
**Ali: Is there any genre that you haven't written that you'd like to try?
Shawna: One day I would love trying to plot a mystery novel. I've enjoyed reading mysteries over the years. Agatha Christie. Daphne du Maurier. Ellery Queen. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Dick Francis. Even the Nancy Drew mysteries (really loved reading those while growing up). There are so many more authors I could list whose talent in writing this genre astounds me. But at present romance, erotica and women's fiction are calling me more loudly and I cannot resist them.
**Ali: Ooh, I have to ask... what was it like when you first got the news that one of your stories was going to be published? Any celebration? Do you still celebrate now with each release?
Shawna: I'll always remember the day I received the email from my former editor at Whiskey Creek Press offering a contract for SAINTS AND SINNERS. S&S was another book near and dear my heart as I've always been intrigued by the Jazz Age culture. I screamed and ran outside to find my husband. We celebrated with a lovely dinner at one of our favorite restaurants and toasted with a favorite wine. I still celebrate the book sales and releases in the same way. We had quite a special weekend getaway when I sold my first short novel, HELLE IN HEELS, to Ellora's Cave. Lots of focus on love over those three days and how many good things life has brought my way.
**Ali: And, finally, Shawna, I have to ask, when you're not writing, what're you reading? Any great reads lately?
Shawna: I read most genres but my favorites are romance, women's fiction and erotica. But when I'm writing a certain genre/sub-genre, I read outside of that genre/sub-genre. Since well before starting Kindergarten, I chose reading as one of my favorite pastimes. A good book stimulates the mind and creativity. Recently I've re-read THE LOVELY BONES and THE GREAT GATSBY, and I've also read OVEREXPOSED by Leslie Kelly and KIDNAPPED by Jo Leigh. All are fabulous books and on my keeper shelves.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Rabid curiosity clashes with criminal minds and escalates the drama in a small town where love and loyalties are harder won than any rodeo trophies.
Excerpt from ROUGHRIDER (erotica romance)
The afternoon sun warmed my scalp. A short trip down the grassy bank landed me ankle-deep in the cool water. By now Jack was in up to his knees and facing me. He bent, scooped up some water and sluiced it over his face and chest.
“Bring any extra water bottles along?” If not I could always lick him off and satisfy my thirst that way.
“There’s some in the packsack on Voodoo.”
I moved a couple more feet and crouched. Water lapped at my buttocks and the soaking cooled the heat between my legs. “Any particular reason for choosing that name for your horse?”
“He casts spells on people.” Both of his nipples were drawn into puckers.
Delicate and pink, blond halos of hair around each. “Just like you.”
The muck at the creek bottom claimed my toes and I burrowed them deeper upon reaching Jack. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.
“Take off your clothes, Kim. No one will see you.”
“No one but you.”
“Damned straight.” And then he turned that sexy smile on me.
“Just like something else.” I snuggled closer and his cock stabbed against my belly. A slight lift of my t-shirt brought the erection against my bare skin.
“C’mon. Or are you afraid?”
“If I were would I have agreed to let you teach me how to ride a horse? Or spread pancake batter over my bare ass and pussy this morning?”
Strong fingertips kneaded my back. As they climbed up my spine the late day sun highlighted the faint growth of blond whiskers on his cheeks and chin.
“You’d have more fun riding me.” His mouth lowered to mine, sucking and molding my lips to his sexual will.
Hot, cornbread-scented breath struck my lips. One lick and I tasted the edge of his smile. A hint of lime lingered there from the margaritas we’d enjoyed an hour ago, before coming to the creek. Chills chased throughout my body and our mouths deepened their connection. I opened wide and his tongue thrust past my teeth. We sucked and tasted and his cock grew against me. I pinched his nipple between my fingers and his moan melted inside my mouth. Breathless from his kiss I clawed my way down his belly until reaching his crotch.
As my fingers closed over his cock he sucked my tongue harder and squeezed my left buttock. Up and over the swollen head, I brought my thumb. He was so damned hard. My pussy grew sorer at the pressure from the tight denim and the swelling from my own arousal.
I pumped his cock and then backed away. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” His wink went straight to my heart.
My leaden legs finally turned me away from heaven on earth and he swatted my ass. Water slapped and swirled around me as I headed toward the shallowest part of the creek, where it kissed the bank. I stopped and so did my pursuer.
“I can take my clothes off without any help.”
He tickled my sides. “Someone has to chase off any snakes.”
“There aren’t any sna—”
Throaty laughter and the whisper of water moving. Small bubbles frothed to my left. A bite landed on my ankle and I yelled.
Several droplets struck my calves and Jack stood up. His laugh whistled overhead. “What were you saying about snakes?”
I spun around and pushed against his muscular chest. “If you bite me again I’ll bite back.”
© Shawna Moore
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
While preparing a new recipe recently, I mulled over the similarities between culinary creations and works of fiction. When getting the ingredients ready, I want to make sure I add the right amount of what’s listed but also infuse something to make the recipe unique. Also make sure the ingredients are as fresh as possible. Same goes for us authors and our books. We’ve all read and enjoyed Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella and Knight-in-Shining-Armor stories. And it’s amazing how each author puts his or her “brand” on these classic tales and universal themes. Our minds are always searching for ways to reinvent. Long before I started writing toward publication, romance authors held my respect and admiration for the way they crafted their tales and turned a prototype on paper into heroes and heroines who lived in my heart and mind long after I finished reading the book. That also remains my goal throughout the plotting, writing and editing process—giving readers memorable stories that are different from any they’ve read. Call it rebel or call it individualistic, I thrive on twisting plots and telling them in a unique voice.
In 2007 I had the pleasure of seeing one of my writing dreams fulfilled. I accepted my first contract with Ellora’s Cave for their new Exotika line. Since then I’ve published two erotica romance stories with them—HELLE IN HEELS and ROUGHRIDER (many thanks for checking out ROUGHRIDER, Ali, and I’m glad you enjoyed it). These stories are completely different, but they both feature a feisty heroine and heroes who live as hard as they love. I am hopeful of bringing more adventures featuring the characters of these stories to readers and am currently working on an erotic historical romance and a paranormal erotica romance.
I’ve always enjoyed reading all genres, my favorites being romance fiction, women’s fiction and erotica. Those are also the genres I most enjoy writing. My beloved mother championed my love of the written word well before I started Kindergarten. She succumbed to cancer before the completion of my first novel—a historical romance that remains unpublished—but I shared the story with her in serialized fashion during the time we spent together. Since then I’ve completed multiple manuscripts of short stories, novellas, and novels. Sharing my stories with readers is one of my greatest blessings. My voice has been described as unique, sassy, edgy, sexy, provocative and fun. Did I mention how much I enjoy these adjectives?
To learn more about me and my works of fiction (some of which are currently unavailable), you’re welcome to visit me at –
http://www.grant-moore.com -- Shawna’s Website
http://www.myspace.com/shawnamooreauthor – Shawna’s Myspace Page
http://www.myspace.com/hellehawthorn -- Helle’s Myspace Page
Blessings and all the best,
Save money on lingerie…wear a sexy man to bed, instead
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
To start off, Shawna Moore has graciously offered to enter anyone who posts this week into a drawing for a seasonal surprise... sounds interesting ;) Good luck!
Now, to really get you hot, I'm offering a Scavenger Hunt to be entered into the drawing for an ebook copy of Roughrider :)
This week I'll make it short and simple... just send all answers to email@example.com with Shawna Moore's Scavenger Hunt on the subject line.
1. For how many years did Shawna dream of becoming a writer?
2. "Nothing comes between Lorelei Pettigrew and...." what?
3. What's the title of another Ellora's Cave Exotica book by Shawna Moore?
4. What does Kimberly want to taste?
5. What other name does Shawna write under?
6. What books of Shawna's piqued your interest?
*All answers can be found on Shawna Moore's website @ www.grant-moore.com
Monday, November 05, 2007
As an only child, also a curious and precocious one, I often let my imagination take flight as entertainment. Ever since my grade-school days when I scripted my first play, KRIS KRINGLE’S CHRISTMAS CAPER, I’ve dreamed of a career in writing. Weaving stories and creating fictional characters from a composite of real-life observations has always brought me great pleasure. Eventually, my love of writing secured me a position as Features Editor for the junior- and senior-high-school newspapers. During those years, I won several writing contests. While in high school and college, I maintained a 4.0 GPA.
For fifteen years, I worked in medical offices in a variety of clerical, clinical and supervisory positions. My hobbies include reading, shopping (oh, yes, especially for shoes), music trivia and historical research.
Each day I spend eight to ten hours, sometimes more, writing romance and Women's Fiction. As a result, I've completed various manuscripts including historical and contemporary STs, category romances and Chick Lits. and erotic romances. Writing is my second greatest passion. Of course, my greatest passion is my real-life hero and husband without whose unflagging support my writing dreams and goals couldn't become reality.
One of Shawna's latest releases and what got me hooked on her is Roughrider out with Ellora's Cave.
Purchase ebook here at Ellora's Cave
During her vacation visit with the Dodsons she uncovers a sex-slave ring operated by the man who may become Jack's stepfather. Rabid curiosity clashes with criminal minds and escalates the drama in a small town where love and loyalties are harder won than any rodeo trophies.
.... more to come... including giveaway announcements, guest post, interview, and excerpt... so, be sure to comeback :)